Dog Meeting

Fulton was walking down the main street of a small town, with a dog on a leash. The animal was a miserable-looking, mangy flea ridden, purple-eyed pup.
"Where are you going with that mutt?" asked a friend.
"Oh, I'm taking him to the New York Dog Show."
"That flea-bitten, raggedy-looking character? You'll never win a prize with him!"
"Yes, I know," he replied, "but it'll give him a chance to meet a lot of real nice dogs."

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